Yesterday, for the second time in two days, I had to do something that made me feel uncomfortable as part of my job.
Not just because I had to be a real bitch to a couple of people, though I did, but because I didn’t like what I was doing. It’s hard to say more – I wouldn’t want to get in trouble if someone from work stumbled onto this puppy – but I do rather feel that, for the first time, I actually understood one of the prices that has to be paid for working here. And I didn’t necessarily like it.
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You've been protected and lucky over your side of the building. I faced the same question on day two. LOL. Don't worry though. I suspect you're talking about a politician, in which case they expect it... it's part of the rough and tumble of political life... and part of the rough and tumble of tabloid journalism.
For we are tabloid Kato... oh yes we are.
You speak the truth Dans. And three days and a vicious scrub or two in the shower later I feel clean once more...
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